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Post by [Pideaux] on Jan 16, 2011 13:27:19 GMT -5
.:.In the beginning.:.
For as long as anyone knew Diripio Island was just as any other land. A human population had settled upon the island centuries ago, no record of their first landing existed. The people were slow to develop, and kept far behind most of the world due to their seclusion. Never had another people stepped foot on their sands since the natives had settled. The people farmed and hunted the lands, they raised small herds of animals for food, clothing, and weaponry. And like most other cultures dogs were used as guardians, herders, hunters, and companions.
.:.It's a Dog's Life.:.
Hundreds of years after the dogs began being useful, if not almost necessary to the people's way of life a division splintered through the population. One particular dog had been cursed with an unusually harsh owner. From the time of her birth she was beaten for the smallest of mistakes such as leaving a paw print of water when coming in from working in the pouring rain all day long. Enough was enough for Erida. She had taken beating after beating without batting an eye, yet inside the wheels were turning. Lucifer had cursed her soul from the beginning, choosing her to lead the way to freedom. Some would call her a revolutionary, some crazy, while others deemed her a demoness. The doberman liked the last title best, and always took it with a prideful smirk. In silence she rallied dog after dog, starting with those who led a life such as hers and the others who were tossed out like rotting garbage. An army was gathered with amazing secrecy.
.:.Don't Underestimate Us.:.
The general canine population was happy and content with their two legged keepers. Working day in and day out, tossed a scrap for dinner, and if lucky they got shelter to slumber within. While they meandered through their days they were blind to the silent mob growing daily right under their noses. Very few had overheard of what happened in the shadows of the forest. Those who spoke of such gatherings were automatically labeled as insane. Erida's word traveled through the winds of the wilderness gathering canines of other species to assist in the goal. The goal of Extermination. With no opposition it was a simple process. Groups of once slaves, and the wild canines that had to fear their lives every time man entered the forest slipped like shadows into the quiet huts. Demolishing every human that breathed upon the island in only a single midnight hour. There was little to stop them, most dogs asleep out with the flocks, or damned to the outdoors to seek shelter for the night.
.:.Demolished.:.
There was no hope for the humans. The demoness and her pack of revengeful canines called the bipeds lucky. At least they didn't' have to be enslaved , beaten, thrown away, or hunted before their deaths. The canines worked quick and efficiently. With the human population demolished three packs began to mold. Most involved in the tirade followed Erida willingly, many calling her their savior forming the Metnal Pack. While those who were not involved in the attack mourned the loss of their owners and joined together to create the Elysian pack. Some of each side wandered alone, some in shock and some unsure of their next course. The Barzakh Pack was formed by some of these neutral wanders only a month after the slaughter. Now the canines rule the land, and the separation of wild and domestic dog has blurred.
.:.Which side do you stand with?.:.
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Wolves:
0[/left]Foxes:
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0[/left]Hybrids:
0[/left]Other Canines:
0[/left]Females:
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1[/right]Adults:
1[/right]Juveniles:
0[/right]Pups:
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Eugene (Si Insinua)
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